And being here like this, so suddenly close to him is enough to make her lightheaded. It's a feeling like falling.
The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.
Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers.
Someone once told her there's a formula for how long it takes to get over someone, that it's half as long as the time you've been together. Hadley has her doubts about how accurate this could possibly be, a calculation so simple for something as comp...
Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?
and the boy's eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness, like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now.
Even the not saying can balloon into something bigger than words themselves.
There’s a star in the sky that refuses to stay put, and Hadley realizes it’s actually a plane, that just last night, that star was them.
Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.
Is it possible not to ever know your type--not to even know you have a type--until quite suddenly you do?
Just like when you're young and in love, a seven-hour plane ride can seem like a lifetime.
It was his fault, all of it, and yet her hatred for him was the worst kind of love, a tortured longing, a misguided wish that made her heart hammer in her chest. She couldn't ignore the disjointed sensation that they were now two different pieces of ...
Tahu nggak, orang-orang yang bertemu pada setidaknya tiga kesempatan berbeda dalam rentang 24 jam, 98% berpeluang untuk bertemu kembali?" -Oliver
That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again.
¿Sabías que dos personas que se encuentran por lo menos tres veces en menos de veinticuatro horas tienen un noventa y ocho por ciento más de probabilidades de volver a encontrarse?
Perhaps if there were more time, or if time were more malleable; if she could be both places at once, live parallel lives... Because as far as she was concerned, there was no in-between: She wanted all or nothing, illogically, irrationally, even thou...
But the crowds are surging around them and her backpack is heavy on her shoulders and the boy's eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness , like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now. And that's something Hadley can...
But a small part of him also knew that the reason he'd never ventured anywhere was because of the worry that the reality of the world wouldn't match up to his dreams.
There are certain things in life that you'll be forgiven for, no matter how thoughtless or stupid or reckless, but if you do that same thing twice, you're on your own.
Somehow he'd become the one constant in this whole uneven chapter in her life, & the idea that could change was unsettling.
it's easy to be forgetful when you're grieving, even forget those things that you believe most people wouldn't.
